Despite losing interest, my affair with Derrick continued for months. But the guilt of it all was really starting to wear me down. Looking back, I often wonder if my affair continued as long as it did just because I was bored. My job was uninspiring and most of my friends were too busy with their own happy lives to pay attention to my crazy life. As faithful married women, they did not approve of my deception and wanted little to do with my adventures. There were very few people who knew the truth.
Derrick would still shower me with gifts, but each time, they seemed less and less appealing. My husband was working longer hours and had built a growing, thriving business. We had more money than ever and for the first time in our marriage I was free to buy what I pleased. I no longer needed Derrick for financial reasons. I was mostly with him for comfort and to pass the time. We were both lonely and looking for something we didn’t have. The funny part is that as much as we claimed to love each other, I think we were more in love with the “what if” more than with what there really was.
Eventually, Derrick starting seeing another woman and I saw him less and less. When I did see him, it was usually just for sex or a friendly dinner. The frequency of gifts also lessened, but this time I didn’t care. Not surprisingly, I became more and more invested in my marriage.
Since I could no longer lean on my lover, I turned to my husband. He realized how much I needed and wanted his attention, so he slowed down at work. We began intensive couple’s therapy and things were finally starting to look up. We invested a lot of time into each other and it seemed as though, for the first time in a long time, I was starting to fall in love with my husband again. But as the saying goes, there is always calm before the storm.